"With no mind, flowers lure the butterfly; with no mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms. Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly comes; when the butterfly comes, the flowers bloom." ~ Ryokan
I am all ears
in wild rice fields
the song of warblers.
"My life may appear melancholy, but traveling through this world I have entrusted myself to Heaven." ~ Ryokan
Now that all thoughts have subsided
off I go, deep into the woods,
and pick me
a handful of shepherd’s purse.
Just like the stream
meandering through mossy crevices
I, too, hushed
become utterly clear.
Translated by Gabriel Rosenstock